My Place Poem by Jaquez New York

The sweet song of silence comes slowly to me ear,
replacing questions-comments-and wordly worries that i hear.

peace and tranquility are no longer words they are my closest friends, I'm constantly pushing away any thoughts of this somber time coming to an end.

my day isn't based upon a schedule or being constrained by time,
the day belongs to me and nothing else-it's all mine.

the worries of my world weighed heavily upon my mind and showed upon my face,
they are now just a figment of my imagination because, I have reached
'My Place'!